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She Preferred Imaginary Heroes To Real Ones, Because When Tired Of Them, The Former Could Be Shut Up In The Tin Kitchen Till Called For, And The Latter Were Less Manageable.

The Girls Gave Their Hearts Into Their Mother's Keeping-their Souls Into Their Father's; And To Both Parents, Who Lived And Labored So Faithfully For Them, They Gave A Love That Grew With Their Growth, And Bound Them Tenderly Together By The Sweetest Tie Which Blesses Life And Outlives Death.

A Real Gentleman Is As Polite To A Little Girl As To A Woman.

Love Scenes, If Genuine, Are Indescribable; For To Those Who Have Enacted Them The Most Elaborate Description Seems Tame, And To Those Who Have Not, The Simplest Picture Seems Overdone.

For With Eyes Made Clear By Many Tears, And A Heart Softened By The Tenderest Sorrow, She Recognized The Beauty Of Her Sister's Life—uneventful, Unambitious, Yet Full Of The Genuine Virtues Which 'smell Sweet, And Blossom In The Dust', The Self-forgetfulness That Makes The Humblest On Earth Remembered Soonest In Heaven, The True Success Which Is Possible To All.